I don't know when it started to happen but my dickey started to get hard when I would catch a glimpse of mothers undergarments, a flash of stocking tops, her girdle or her bra and when she would pull aside her house coat to reveal her nursing bra at feeding time my nine inches would jump to attention. It did not take long before she noticed this and to my pleasure she would rest her hand on my dicky at first and in time she would hold and squeeze it through my pants while she breast feed me. 

One afternoon when I was having my feed, mother started moving her hand up and down my dickey and it felt so good, I said nothing because I did not want it to stop but one day while this was happening she stopped, I released my lips from around her nipple and looked up at her. 'Mum, please don't stop, that feels so good' and went back to sucking her long nipple, catching the drop that had formed on the end on it. Mother did not say anything, she just started to stroke my dickey but this time she had gripped it with her whole hand and was holding it firmly as she went up and down and up and down. After a few minutes of this I started to groan and suck hard on the nipple in my mouth which was getting thicker and longer. Mother held my head tighter to her breast as she increased the pace of her rubbing. I then experienced the most fantastic sensation ever that lasted for what felt like minutes.

'How does that feel now Jean' mother asked

'Wow' I said panting for breath 'that was the most fantastic feeling ever mum, can we do that again?'

'Maybe later dear, have you finished your feed yet darling?'

'Almost mum, just a bit to go' I said and went back to sucking on her nipple. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I awoke she was not there. I could smell dinner being cooked and when I looked up from where I was laying I could see her in the kitchen singing to herself while she rubbed her midsection backward and forward against the bench.

This routine continued, I looked forward to the afternoon feed with mum and hurried home straight from school to suckle on her nipples and have her rub my dickey for the pleasure it gave me.

After a few weeks of this routine mummy started to rub her hand between the cheeks of my bottom touching my rose bud. She circled my rose bud over and over and touching the middle of it causing me to let out a moan around her nipple. After a few days of this mother finally put her finger in me and I shuddered and came on the spot. I was amazed and over the moon.

'Oh Jean, you have made such a mess all over my stockings'

'I'm sorry mummy, I will get something to clean it up'

'No dear' she said firmly 'I think you should just lick it off'

Without hesitation I licked the white fluid from her stockings feeling the firm girdle that they where attached too and ran my hands over her stockings and girdle. I loved my mother and would do anything she asked and I also loved the feel of her underwear.

One day as I lay my head on mothers lap waiting for her to pull her top aside and reveal her nursing bra and the wonderful orbs that awaited me she said 'Jean, have you been enjoying it when mummy rubs your dickey and plays with your cunny?'

'Yes mummy, it is the most fantastic thing I have ever felt'

'Well dear, I don't think it is fair that you should be the only one to have that feeling while mummy misses out on the same thing. Do you?'

'Well, no mummy, you should do it too but you don't have a dickey to rub.' I said looking up from her lap between her big breasts.

'Mummy has a much smaller dickey dear that likes to be rubbed as much as yours, would you rub it for mummy?'

'Yes mummy I would do anything for you.'

'Sit up dear and mummy will show you where it is and how to rub it'

I sat up and mummy told me I would need to get on my knees between her legs, which I did.

Mummy opened her satin house coat to reveal that she had on an open bottom girdle with stockings and no panties on.

I could not see a dickey and said so. Mummy laughed and said she would

 show it to me. She spread her legs and her pussy opened.

'I still don't see it mummy' I said 

'It is very small, so small that you can not put your hand around it like I can with yours dear, so you have to find and rub it with your tongue.'

She then showed me where it was and I could see that it was far to small to get hold off so I moved forward to let my tongue make mummy happy.

'Yes, that's the spot Jean, … oh yes, just keep doing that, … oh yes, you are making mummy very happy'

This put a smile on my face and re doubled my effort.

Later, mummy said I had done a good job and she would love it if I would do it again some time to which I said yes. This made us both happy and mummy said it was time for me to have my feed, I smiled and dived on to the couch and put my head onto mummies lap to finish my afternoon feed.